ellinor (ellinor) wrote,

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I am a sheep. Baaa.

I'll tell you how the sun rose,
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"

But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.

-- Emily Dickinson

when you see this, post a poem in your journal. Mmmmm, memes.

I don't know why I like this poem so much. It's been my "favorite" since high school, but it's not how today - kind of rainy and overcast - feels. I guess it's a good reminder of the wonder of nature, and the unknown.

I know it's breaking the rules, but

Memorial Day Services

How often I've stood here before
Bowed down with stones and crosses.
To hear men talk of gifts and gains
While I count only losses.

Each man's the same, the self-deceit,
The fingers-crossed excusing.
We say we must, then drape with flags
The coffins' rude accusing.

Today's are talks and prayers of peace,
But I remember others.
Each year the fashions seem to change
In whom to call our brothers.

Would God I might stand here sometime
When drums, and bugles' blowing,
Sound less like enemies at night
Their ghastly tare-seeds sowing.

-- written May 28, 1939, by Harold S. Carlson

The odd thing is that both have rhyme schemes. And yet I'm not a big rhyme-scheme person. I'll have to ponder on that one.
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